I have fallen in various kinds of love with many of you, although I’ve never had the pleasure of the physical company of any. I offer this as thanks:

Glass Heart
A glass heart grows larger with the accretion of grit from a life’s sandy road.
Its multicolors are created by various impurities mixed in with the sand.
The lesser heat of anger sinters, making a heart grainy and frail.
Alluring facets are formed by the heat of passion,
fusing the cracks in a broken heart, making it stronger.
An impassioned heart of glass is profluently frozen, abiding, even on the hottest Summer day.

I sent this to Dr. Bill a few weeks ago and he said: …A heart of glass could not pump, unless it was a Jarvik artificial one… What a romantic.
When my 18 year old son read it, he told me that he instantly thought of the snow/ice/grit that accumulates in the wheel wells of cars during these New England winters.
Maybe he’ll end up in the medical profession.

Ah - go eat chocolate.
Love, O’bow

>the snow/ice/grit that accumulates in the wheel wells of cars during these New England winters

naturally, this applies throughout the snowbelt.

didn't we discuss this concept and fail to come up with the word that applies? (snig? nah, reeks of sniglets.)

found this: http://wordsmith.org/board/showflat.pl?Cat=&Board=miscellany&Number=56053

(sorry, I should have posted this in Q&A where more would have noticed it.)

Thanks for the retrospective. Some real poetry there. Some slush.
I was at a job, during that .post period, where I had to work all day, so I missed it.
Nobody will see this here post anyhow.

Happy Valentine's Day.

http://my.voyager.net/~timspalding/.photos/ShowAndTell2/vd.jpg

Sparteye, you're a real dowsabel!

oh, and you too Owlbow.

> dowsabel

I'm sure she is ~ least, I mihhbe ifn I knew wot wun o them woz!

Thanks for the old link - ah, a post from the much-missed Max Quordlepleen, and a congregation around the maple syrup barrel... mmmmmm!

Thanks to belM and (was it you dubdub?), I was still eating specially imported Canadian and NE maple syrup on pancakes this Shrove Tuesday, with many fond memories. Must ask Spartakiss about that fudge recipe :{}

I have had so much chocolate today that I don't ever want to see chocolate again. Tomorrow morning I will want chocolate in any form. But right now I never want to see chocolate again ever in my life.

I swear there's a lesson to be learned in what I just wrote.

that would be dowsaber in my case, but thanks
having my words mistaken for a woman's is a compliment
- and thanks for the virtual sweets S, i could use a bit just now, must resist (food post)

EDIT
tsuwms Feb. 14 wwftd was... dowsabel
dows·a·bel (plural dows·a·bels) noun
sweetheart: a woman or girl sweetheart ( archaic )
[Late 16th century. From French, an alteration of the name Dulcibella .]

> dowsaber in my case

yeahright thanksalot nowiunnerstancompletely... [/grumble]

Owlbow, what your poem made me think of first was beautiful sea glass. :-)

mav: jahwelnofine.

Owlbow, thank you for the poem. I have been simmering one in my backbrain that will be titled "Work of Art Heart" but yours incorporates much of what I have in that pot already. [/food thread threat]